Is becoming unbearable. I mean, I'm just sitting here. In my room. Sweating. And it's very disgusting. Especially because today, I took a shower. So, I took a shower to get all the sweat off (from the heat and also from my workout), but now I have sweat on my body again.
I also want to mention here that I'm really sorry for not posting last week. I think it just slipped my mind/I was doing other, more unimportant things online because I was bored. Probably watching a movie actually. Plus, I wrote 2 blog posts that one week, so I deserved some kind of break ;P
Kidding, I love you, person reading this random and strange blog post from a person who is trying not very hard.
...And I'm pretty sure I wanted to mention something else, but I can't remember. Woo. My brain is amazing.
Ok, so that is it. Super short, again, but I posted!
Currently, I am in school, taking a French class. I may have mentioned this in a previous post, but I want to let you know that I'm still going strong. And it's going to be over next week!!! 5 weeks, intense, but not intense that the same time. The best kind of intense.
LOVE YOU ALL.
Wednesday, 24 July 2013
Thursday, 11 July 2013
Nail Art
I don't know if you guys know this about me or not (I can't remember if I mentioned this in my 50 Facts post), but I really like to paint my nails. Not just one colour though: I love creating designs on my fingers. There's something about creating something on a little canvas that I really enjoy. I've started painting my sister's nails too, which is pretty cool because I get to practice, but also because she's stopped biting her nails, so her nails are growing! We've tried many different ways to get her to stop, and this seems to be helping, even though it hasn't in the past.
I usually get my inspiration from YouTubers, mostly cutepolish but also bubzbeauty. I'm also subscribed to tartofraises1, but her designs I find are a little more complicated, because they require detail paintbrushes and acrylic paint, even though she says they're easy to do. Practice makes perfect though. I just gotta find the courage to actually try one of her designs :P
One thing I'd really like to get done in my life is a manicure and pedicure. Even though I treat my nails well and the way I keep them is probably healthier than how they do it in a salon, I'd like to see what they do, just for the experience. There's this nail salon in Langley that I really want to try out, it's new, locally owned, and seems to have a really comfortable atmosphere. One day, I'll go. I hope.
I have some of my nails designs on my Twitter, @paulajaey, if you want to check them out. I haven't posted designs recently, but there are some there :)
Love.
I usually get my inspiration from YouTubers, mostly cutepolish but also bubzbeauty. I'm also subscribed to tartofraises1, but her designs I find are a little more complicated, because they require detail paintbrushes and acrylic paint, even though she says they're easy to do. Practice makes perfect though. I just gotta find the courage to actually try one of her designs :P
One thing I'd really like to get done in my life is a manicure and pedicure. Even though I treat my nails well and the way I keep them is probably healthier than how they do it in a salon, I'd like to see what they do, just for the experience. There's this nail salon in Langley that I really want to try out, it's new, locally owned, and seems to have a really comfortable atmosphere. One day, I'll go. I hope.
I have some of my nails designs on my Twitter, @paulajaey, if you want to check them out. I haven't posted designs recently, but there are some there :)
Love.
Tuesday, 2 July 2013
My Annoyance of a Mom
Do your parents annoy the hell out of you?
I really want you to think about it.
Like, really.
Really, really, really think about it.
Have you thought of something that they annoyed you with?
Are you sure?
Ok, now, with that in mind, I'd like to wager that my parents are 100x more annoying than yours.
Really.
It's funny, because whenever I start talking about my parents, it usually turns out negative. Like what they do, what they say, how they say it, and the list goes on. So far, I think I've only talked about my dad, because he scares the shit out of me, and I needed to vent.
Now, however, I'd like to talk about my mom.
Sure, she's my mom. Hell, she gave birth to me (technically, she endured an emergency cesarian section for me) and I should be grateful for that. Right? I might sound heartless, but I couldn't give a rat's ass if she did or not.
She's a liar, a hypocrite, a procrastinator, a perfectionist, a complainer, and extremely bipolar (although we haven't had a doctor tell us so. Yet). I know, some of these things that I mentioned cancel each other out, but no, she is all of these things.
For example, today, she started vacuuming the house. In the morning. When I got home in the late afternoon, the vacuum was right in front of my room. I also did my sister and I's bed sheets. In the evening, I got the laundry out of the dryer and went up to make our beds. I asked my mom if she was going to put away the vacuum. She replied that she didn't finish vacuuming the bedrooms. I got a little annoyed because I was making my bed: clean sheets and vacuuming do not mix, in my books. I thought she'd start up again as soon as I finished making the beds. But no. She did not. She vacuumed as I was putting the sheets on my bed.
Good Lord I wanted to yell at her so hard.
Oh, and that wasn't the last of it. She started vacuuming my room, only to stop a couple seconds later, to look through the drawers under my bed...WHAT THE HELL.
She then continued to ask me if I was still wearing certain clothing items and told me I needed to wash them. I should also mention that dirty, dusty ass vacuum head was on top of my clean, washed pyjamas. I got upset, and told her to take the vacuum head off while doing it myself. She started laughing and said that it wouldn't bother her if it was her things. I told her the clothes the vacuum head was on was not her clothes. Jesus.
When she finally finished with my room, she went on to my sister's. She then started to complain that we needed to empty our garbages out, because they were full. I replied that I was waiting for the end of the week, when the garbage would be taken out, because I had missed last week's pick up. She continued to say that the downstairs garbage was full and someone should have taken it out last week. I told her that her and my definition of full was different (but she didn't hear me say that, apparently).
And that's all. For today.
Let me know in the comments how your parents annoy you :)
Love.
I really want you to think about it.
Like, really.
Really, really, really think about it.
Have you thought of something that they annoyed you with?
Are you sure?
Ok, now, with that in mind, I'd like to wager that my parents are 100x more annoying than yours.
Really.
It's funny, because whenever I start talking about my parents, it usually turns out negative. Like what they do, what they say, how they say it, and the list goes on. So far, I think I've only talked about my dad, because he scares the shit out of me, and I needed to vent.
Now, however, I'd like to talk about my mom.
Sure, she's my mom. Hell, she gave birth to me (technically, she endured an emergency cesarian section for me) and I should be grateful for that. Right? I might sound heartless, but I couldn't give a rat's ass if she did or not.
She's a liar, a hypocrite, a procrastinator, a perfectionist, a complainer, and extremely bipolar (although we haven't had a doctor tell us so. Yet). I know, some of these things that I mentioned cancel each other out, but no, she is all of these things.
For example, today, she started vacuuming the house. In the morning. When I got home in the late afternoon, the vacuum was right in front of my room. I also did my sister and I's bed sheets. In the evening, I got the laundry out of the dryer and went up to make our beds. I asked my mom if she was going to put away the vacuum. She replied that she didn't finish vacuuming the bedrooms. I got a little annoyed because I was making my bed: clean sheets and vacuuming do not mix, in my books. I thought she'd start up again as soon as I finished making the beds. But no. She did not. She vacuumed as I was putting the sheets on my bed.
Good Lord I wanted to yell at her so hard.
Oh, and that wasn't the last of it. She started vacuuming my room, only to stop a couple seconds later, to look through the drawers under my bed...WHAT THE HELL.
She then continued to ask me if I was still wearing certain clothing items and told me I needed to wash them. I should also mention that dirty, dusty ass vacuum head was on top of my clean, washed pyjamas. I got upset, and told her to take the vacuum head off while doing it myself. She started laughing and said that it wouldn't bother her if it was her things. I told her the clothes the vacuum head was on was not her clothes. Jesus.
When she finally finished with my room, she went on to my sister's. She then started to complain that we needed to empty our garbages out, because they were full. I replied that I was waiting for the end of the week, when the garbage would be taken out, because I had missed last week's pick up. She continued to say that the downstairs garbage was full and someone should have taken it out last week. I told her that her and my definition of full was different (but she didn't hear me say that, apparently).
And that's all. For today.
Let me know in the comments how your parents annoy you :)
Love.
Laughing
Have you guys ever laughed at something really funny for one moment, and then laughed about it again < 30 minutes later? With the same people? In the same conversation? I have. On many different occasions.
I was just thinking about it when I was putting the sheets back on my bed: is that a sign of being socially awkward? Like, still being in the moment of the funny story and not wanting to move on, even though the people you are sitting with have moved on with a different conversation subject?
I tried reasoning that the reason I do that is because I like being happy. This may be hard to believe for those of you who have read all of my blog posts from the beginning, since I tend to bitch about a lot of things...Hah, the next post I'm going to write right after this one is no exception. (Yes, you guys are going to get two blog posts in one day! How lucky are you? I figured as soon as I get the thoughts in my head, I should type them out immediately. Or else I'll forget and my passion for the topic will have vanished.)
Sometimes I think that I am more socially awkward than other people. And then I meet those people who think they are even more socially awkward than myself. But really, I think I am. I tell people that I'm better at listening to people than speaking with people: maybe this is just something I say to cover up what I'm actually like.
I don't know, this is as far as my thought processes went. What do you guys think?
Love.
I was just thinking about it when I was putting the sheets back on my bed: is that a sign of being socially awkward? Like, still being in the moment of the funny story and not wanting to move on, even though the people you are sitting with have moved on with a different conversation subject?
I tried reasoning that the reason I do that is because I like being happy. This may be hard to believe for those of you who have read all of my blog posts from the beginning, since I tend to bitch about a lot of things...Hah, the next post I'm going to write right after this one is no exception. (Yes, you guys are going to get two blog posts in one day! How lucky are you? I figured as soon as I get the thoughts in my head, I should type them out immediately. Or else I'll forget and my passion for the topic will have vanished.)
Sometimes I think that I am more socially awkward than other people. And then I meet those people who think they are even more socially awkward than myself. But really, I think I am. I tell people that I'm better at listening to people than speaking with people: maybe this is just something I say to cover up what I'm actually like.
I don't know, this is as far as my thought processes went. What do you guys think?
Love.
Tuesday, 25 June 2013
Summer
I don't know about you guys, but where I am, summer isn't quite here.
The first day of summer was this past Friday...and today, the weather seemed extremely bipolar. When I woke up, it was cloudy. Later on in the day, it was grey and then it rained. The sun then broke out for a few moments before it was overpowered by clouds once again. Right now, it's cloudy, with patches of blue sky peeking out, and a little bit of a wind. Clearly, Mother Nature hasn't gotten the message.
I'd also like to mention that today was my first day of school, for the summer semester. I'm only taking one class, and it's in intercession, which means it's very fast paced: 2 weeks of regular semester crammed into one. Since it was the first day, the class wasn't too bad, pretty easy and the time seemed to fly by. Obviously, it's going to get more intense and I'm going to be pulling out my hair by mid July, believe me.
Or not. We'll see. I handle stress in a weird way, although I've been told it's not uncommon. When I get stressed out, I tend to not do anything about it. I just leave it where it is and don't come back to it the next day. This is not a good way to handle stress, but it's what I do, and it's working out pretty well for me. I'm doing ok in school, not A material but I get by with Bs or the close equivalent (C-s are close enough for me, truly. As long as I pass the class and it counts for credits, I'm happy).
But yeah, that's where I'm at right now. How are you guys doing?
Love.
The first day of summer was this past Friday...and today, the weather seemed extremely bipolar. When I woke up, it was cloudy. Later on in the day, it was grey and then it rained. The sun then broke out for a few moments before it was overpowered by clouds once again. Right now, it's cloudy, with patches of blue sky peeking out, and a little bit of a wind. Clearly, Mother Nature hasn't gotten the message.
I'd also like to mention that today was my first day of school, for the summer semester. I'm only taking one class, and it's in intercession, which means it's very fast paced: 2 weeks of regular semester crammed into one. Since it was the first day, the class wasn't too bad, pretty easy and the time seemed to fly by. Obviously, it's going to get more intense and I'm going to be pulling out my hair by mid July, believe me.
Or not. We'll see. I handle stress in a weird way, although I've been told it's not uncommon. When I get stressed out, I tend to not do anything about it. I just leave it where it is and don't come back to it the next day. This is not a good way to handle stress, but it's what I do, and it's working out pretty well for me. I'm doing ok in school, not A material but I get by with Bs or the close equivalent (C-s are close enough for me, truly. As long as I pass the class and it counts for credits, I'm happy).
But yeah, that's where I'm at right now. How are you guys doing?
Love.
Tuesday, 18 June 2013
Adventuring
Hey guys.
Sorry this post is a day late. I've had a crazy last few days, especially over the weekend.
What happened was that the long-time facilities manager at Hope Bay Bible Camp is going to be leaving soon, and this weekend was his going-away hang out. The plan for my sister and I was to arrive Friday afternoon and leave Saturday night. Early Saturday afternoon, my sister said to me that she would like to stay for the entire weekend, so leave Sunday night instead of Saturday. I called my mom to ask if this was ok, she said it was, and that was that. I just needed to figure out when the ferry left Sunday night and then I forgot about it. Then, Sunday morning, I woke up at 7, 2.5 hours earlier than I had to wake up, and realized that I needed to extend the parking time of my car since I drove it to the ferry terminal.
Other than that, my weekend was pretty good. Missed Father's Day with the father, but we had made a card before we left and then went out to dinner Monday night.
And yeah. Basically the only friend I keep regular contact with keeps asking me to hang out...but if I'm being honest, I would really like to stay at home for the next week or so, being lazy, like I usually am. I also need to catch up on sleep before school starts. Yes, I said school is starting. On the 25th. I'm so excited -_-
Anyway, that's all I gotta say. I hope you all are well. Let me know in the comments if anything crazy has been going on in your life!
Love.
Sorry this post is a day late. I've had a crazy last few days, especially over the weekend.
What happened was that the long-time facilities manager at Hope Bay Bible Camp is going to be leaving soon, and this weekend was his going-away hang out. The plan for my sister and I was to arrive Friday afternoon and leave Saturday night. Early Saturday afternoon, my sister said to me that she would like to stay for the entire weekend, so leave Sunday night instead of Saturday. I called my mom to ask if this was ok, she said it was, and that was that. I just needed to figure out when the ferry left Sunday night and then I forgot about it. Then, Sunday morning, I woke up at 7, 2.5 hours earlier than I had to wake up, and realized that I needed to extend the parking time of my car since I drove it to the ferry terminal.
Other than that, my weekend was pretty good. Missed Father's Day with the father, but we had made a card before we left and then went out to dinner Monday night.
And yeah. Basically the only friend I keep regular contact with keeps asking me to hang out...but if I'm being honest, I would really like to stay at home for the next week or so, being lazy, like I usually am. I also need to catch up on sleep before school starts. Yes, I said school is starting. On the 25th. I'm so excited -_-
Anyway, that's all I gotta say. I hope you all are well. Let me know in the comments if anything crazy has been going on in your life!
Love.
Monday, 10 June 2013
My Calendar
I'm not sure how you guys keep yourself organized, but recently, I've been putting stickers onto my calendar. (I don't remember if I've talked about this before, but you're going to have to suck it up if I have. Besides, I don't think there are many people that read this :P ) Each sticker is represented by something I need to do, or will do. For example, this month, Christmas stickers represent my exercising (I get to put a sticker into the day box if I have done 30+ minutes of working out), Disney stickers represent my need to exfoliate once a week, and so on. There are a lot of stickers on my calendar, and if I could post a picture I would, but for now, you're going to have to believe me. Last week is filled with stickers, and I'm thinking that this week will be the same.
Anyway, that's all I have for now. Sorry for not being as subject based as I thought I would be, but sometimes I don't feel like writing about serious things.
See you next week!
Love.
Anyway, that's all I have for now. Sorry for not being as subject based as I thought I would be, but sometimes I don't feel like writing about serious things.
See you next week!
Love.
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